Tuesday 13 November 2012

BLOGEXTRA-Nutcracker

Nutcracker

We spent the first time
in a marshmallow slow dance,
our numbers biro’d on a crumpled square
and he kissed my hands.

Our bodies were covered in a 
pale thin skin like powdered sugar, so sweet. 
So strong under our silk and taffeta
I could smell you as we danced.

Gold circled my finger. 
He still kissed my suddenly heavy hand.